Yogi Berra died last night at age 90. Yogi is first and foremost a Yankee. But he also has a link to the Mets: briefly as a player and later as a manager.
Years ago, I picked up The Yogi Book at Shea Stadium. I loved this book so much, I read parts of it out loud to random fans as I waited in line at a Shea concession stand. I showed it to my friend Annette and she barely talked to me the rest of the evening; she kept reading it and laughing.
Yogi was brilliant: the Buddhist magazine Tricycle once ran an article, The Koans of Yogi Berra.
My favorite is "When you come to the fork in the road, take it." This is my mantra against indecision and inertia.
"You can observe a lot by watching." This also speaks to me. I need to pay attention.